The wonderful wait

Since I am desperately waiting for that special someone right now, this song with its beautiful lyrics makes for amazing listening. AR Rahman, New York Nagaram in Sillunu Oru Kaadhal, translation in English follows the actual lyrics –

New York Nagaram urangam neram
==thanimai adarnthathu
paniyum padarthathu
kappal irangiye ==
kaatrum karayil nadanthathu

naangu(4) kannadi suvarkalukule
– naanum meluguvarthy –
thanimai thanimayo..
–kodumai kodumaiyo

==pechellam thaalatu pola
ennai uranga vaikka nee illai
thinamum oru muttam thanthu
kaalai coffee koduka nee illai==

vizhyil vizhum thusi thannai
yeduga nee inggu illai
manathil yezhum kuzhappam thannai thirga
nee ingge illai………
naan ingge neeyum angge..
intha thanimai nimishangal
—varusham aanatheno ?

vaan ingge neelam angge
intha uvamaiku iruvarum
—vizhakamanthu yeno ?

naat kuribil nooru(100) thadavai
unthan peyarai ezhthum enn penna..
Ezhuthiyathum yerumbu moika.
Peyarum aanathenna then-na…

==jillendru bhoomi irunthum
intha tharunathil kulir kaalam
kodai yantheno==

naan angge neeyum vanthal
senthanal kuda — panikatti pola maarume
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Situation.

The hero of the story is in New York, away from his beloved. (they have not stayed away from each other in their 5 ~ 6 years of marriage)
The song goes like this….

As the New York city sleeps,
Loneliness creeps (like) the fog (that) spreads,
(like) the (cold) wind (that) strolls.
Trapped in the four glass walls,
Me and the candle…
Oh (this) loneliness, Oh (this) loneliness
(It’s a) tyranny, (It’s a) tyranny.

I miss the way you rock me to sleep with your sweet nothings,
I miss the way you wake me up with a kiss and a cup of coffee,
I miss the way you wipe my tears with your lips,
I miss the way you clear my insecurities,

(This) Loneliness masks the minutes to (look like) Years.
Alas, we have become the explanation for the metaphor of separation!

As the New York city sleeps,
Loneliness creeps (like) the fog (that) spreads.

My pen writes your name, my honey,
Only to be swarmed by bees for the honey.
Despite the chillness of the winter air,
I feel the heat of summer.
Come to me, my love
With you around, burning coal feels like a cube of ice.

As the New York city sleeps,
Loneliness creeps (like) the fog (that) spreads.
(like) the (cold) wind (that) strolls
Trapped in the four glass walls,
Me and the candle…

Oh (this) loneliness, Oh (this) loneliness
Oh (this) loneliness, Oh (this) loneliness
(It’s a) tyranny, (It’s a) tyranny.
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Here’s hoping that this wait ends soon and ends well. After all, all’s well that ends well, right ???

Cheers…………Jamster